Page 12 of Finally, Our Forever

Maci Kate: I can’t today. I have too many chores to do.

David: Well, maybe you shouldn’t put them off until last minute.

I hate that he’s right, but he doesn’t get to talk to me like that anymore.

Maci Kate: Have a good day, David. See you Wednesday when I drop Bennett off.

David: Stay for dinner on Wednesday. Bennett would like that.

Maci Kate: Bennett will be fine. We don’t need him to get his hopes up that we will be getting back together. I think it’s better if we don’t spend time together with him yet.

David: We are getting back together. You are just being stubborn about it. You know we’re good together.

I decide to ignore that message. What can I say to him that I haven’t already said? I hear something crash in the other room, and I’m pulled from my thoughts. Shit, what is Bennett doing in the kitchen? I’ve been in here way too long.

“I’m coming, buddy.”

I walk back to the kitchen to find Bennett has done a great job stirring the pancake mix. He has done such a great job that half of it is on his shirt and the counter. I laugh at the mess.

“Sorry about that, Boo Bear. You did a good job. Let’s get the rest of that in the pan for a pancake you can eat.”

After making the pancakes, eating them and cleaning up, my happy four-year-old has left me so he can do some living room karate. After putting in a load of laundry, I grab the clothes that were in the dryer and put them on the bed to begin folding them. When I look at my nightstand, I remember that I never replied to Reece. I grab my phone to text him back and notice a few messages and missed calls. Well, damn!

Reece: You there, baby?

Reece: Maci, please let me know you are okay.

Missed Call Reece 9:38

Missed Call Reece 9:45

Reece: I’m coming over to check on you guys.

Checking the time, I see that it’s 10:11. Well, shit, I bet he’s already on his way. I call him, hoping to stop him from coming over, but he doesn’t answer. I look down at my clothes and frown. I’m in a pair of black yoga pants that fold down at the waist and have colorful stars on the band. I’m also wearing a dark blue camisole with a white long-sleeve t-shirt. I don’t look hideous, but I could look a lot better. I shrug my shoulders. He shouldn’t have come over without being invited. I at least get to brush my teeth and throw my hair in a bun before I hear a persistent knock on the door.

“Mooom, someone’s at the door,” I hear Bennett yell to me from the living room. I check through the window and see Reece looking a whole lot of worried, and slightly pissed. I open the door and can’t help myself when I give him a once over. He’s in a pair of snug jeans that look like they have been washed a million times, and a dark gray t-shirt with a UT ball cap on his head. When I get to his face, I notice his eyes are on mine and his lips are turned up in a half-smile.

“You done?” he asks.

I tap my finger to my chin and twirl it to let him know I want him to turn around. He humors me and turns slowly, and I take the time to check out his tight ass and thick thighs. My heart picks up a bit, and I notice he has stopped turning and my eyes are now on his crotch, which now has a bulge in it.

My mouth gapes open, and I lick my lips. I hear his throat clear, but I can’t stop staring. Then, I feel his finger on my chin, closing my mouth. He lifts my chin so my eyes are on his, and I see a huge smile covering his face.

I clear my throat, and his finger travels from my chin down my neck. I watch as his mouth opens and his tongue licks his bottom lip, and he steps closer to me. His finger on my neck goes to my back, and he brings my face in closer as he leans down to me.

“I’m going to kiss you, Maci girl.”

I nod. When your teenage crush, now a man, is at your door pulling you in for what you can only imagine will be the hottest kiss of your life, what can you say?

It’s then that I feel his soft lips on mine. I close my eyes as he licks the seam of my lips and sucks my top, and then my bottom lip. I moan into his mouth, and he bites down lightly, making me open my mouth to him. His tongue isn’t hesitant as it enters my mouth and searches for mine. His other hand slides up my back and strokes me softly. My knees start to go weak, and before I can fall, he’s there, holding me up by my hips. I open my eyes, and he kisses me on my forehead.

“Hey, Reece!” My son comes barreling towards the door.

I blush at the scene my son has just witnessed. Praying he doesn’t understand what was just happening, I go to pull away, but Reece just turns me around and pulls my back up against his front. It’s then that I realize why, and I love the feel of his reaction to me, hard and solid on my ass.

Bennett doesn’t care, though. “I’m watching Power Rangers! What color is your favorite? Mine is the red one.”

I feel Reece shaking behind me and hear his very male laugh in my ear.

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